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Nothing Weird
02:18
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youre biting your nails.
I’m biting my tounge.
i’d show you the way, but you always say thats half of the fun.
youre leaving today…
I’m staying put.
I’d follow you there but i would just tangle you into a rut…
I’d comb all your hair but i would just tangle you into the brush…
I’ll stay away from smokers, and everything unclear…
at least just long enough to let you interfere.
The lines are blurred, by the beast we stear..
is there an end? or on and on?
you swallow the Nails.
I’ll swallow my tounge.
I’ll say that youre right but only so i can begin moving on.
heres hoping the knight will just go for the king and ride right past the pawn.
I’ll say a prayer for drinkers and the things they hold dear.
it’s always harder letting go this time of year..
The lines are blurred by the beast we fear…
is there an end? or on and on?
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2. |
Non-Monogamy Nightmare
02:50
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You're out of line, so sweetheart why you waisting up all my time? It's never better than when....
Drinking for fun we go spend all my money at the show. You sleep on my pillow, I feel it when you go, and then I know...
there's a line soft and fine, it's cracked and broken still though I'll never show you'll never know me.
We redefine, every day when we open up our eyes, but we are fettered by the stories we come from, loaded like a shotgun in our line.... We never see passed it, the top of our casket, the holy bind.
Your just a girl, that's Been on my mind, but gone in time? So many loves, so many lines, is there a one? I've come undone…
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Gemini Moon
02:10
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Divorce Year
02:15
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Shifting, away from me
my guts churn, “no!”
but your done up done up done up.
Such loss, could take an age to see.
Stern mom, time bomb, its just you and me.
But you can never ever ever look back, and you can never be…
Hard pressed to have a history.
Lipstick, Limpdixx tell me i’m everything.
Light the match, and hope that i’m not lucky number three.
Lifting, your eyes to see
I’ve stopped the show, cuz i’m fed up fed up fed up.
your scars are sweeter than nothing,
heres the bottle that mine are shoved in…
turn off the lights and close the doors,
i cant stand you anymore.
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